In the corner of The Watering Hole, the injured Timmean stirs slightly. As his eyes begin to open, he grits his teeth and his fingers clench as his brain begins to register the intense pain still radiating from his broken arm and shattered knee. Fighting off tears and a scream, he tries to look around and see if anyone else is in the room.

Timmean winces and groans, tries to sit up and quickly abandons the effort. "I'm... not exactly doing well, but you knew that already. I need to know what's happened since I left... is everyone okay? Did the void mage come back?" He pauses for a moment, tilting his head so he can look down at his injured arm and leg. "And dare I ask... has Horns been able to do anything about my injuries?"

Timmean's eyes lit up as he was offered the liquid; he immediately grabbed the bowl with his left hand and hastily brought it to his lips, not bothering to glance at the contents. He tilted the bowl and began to hastily drink from it, but the poor angle and the weakness in Timmean's arm caused much of the broth to spill. Still, he swallowed it as quickly as possible, collapsing back onto the bench once the bowl was empty. His chest now heaving slightly, he pants "I hadn't... realized how... hungry... and... THIRSTY... I am... what else... do... we... have?"

Timmean took his empty bowl and scooped up some more stew, quickly bringing the liquid to his lips and sucking it down as fast as possible. He repeated this motion several times, finally dropping the bowl and lying back, panting. "Thank you... that's much better." After a short pause, he begins to notice the sticky sensation of the liquid drying into his clothes and on his face, and reaches up to try to wipe some of it off. "...sorry about the mess."

"Oh, don't worry, your blood didn't manage to stain the boards *that* badly. We got most of it out with a simple cleaning solution Malva once taught me how to put together out of wood ash and water. We had a lot of wood ash to work with.

Timmean grimaced and paused for a moment before answering. "The void mage found me, as I intended. She... wasn't happy with the town's decision." He paused for a moment, then added, "but at least she didn't harm anyone here."

"Hmmmm . . . doesn't that indicate she might be a vampire? If you weren't, wouldn't you just be like, 'Oh, no, honest mistake! I can see how you think that with the BLOOD SUCKING and all, by the way, eat more iron'? If it's a sore spot, perhaps that's a self-denial of vampirism.

Again, Timmean shook his head weakly. "I don't know if she is or isn't. I just... don't want her to hear any of us using that word." He shivers, then winces as a fresh spasm of pain shoots through his arm and knee. "I don't think she'd respond kindly."

"I'm afraid healing magic has its limits;I've repaired a lot of damage. The cuts, the bruises, those are gone. But the damage to my knee and arm must be too severe. It's the same reason I couldn't regrow Volk's eyes. The Magic can dull the pain... But can't fix everything."

[Time: Sunday, Aug. 16, slightly after 4:00pm]Horns enters the tavern while digging through his medkit. While looking up to ensure he doesn't knock anything over, he spies Timmean, awake.

"You're up!" He smiles broadly. "That's..." The smile falters, "Well, it's good, certainly, but I think that you would rather not be up for what comes next." Horns sits down next to the wounded man, then gently lifts and examines his arm. "Some of the bones in your arm were knocked out of place, and then thrust back. Which would be fine, if they were thrust back in the right place!" He considers this. "Er, well, it would be incredibly painful, but it wouldn't have a large negative impact on your ability to use your arm. But... They weren't thrust back in the right place. So I'm going to undo the damage and put your bones back in the right place!" Once again, a smile appears, then falters. "Uh, but that means I'm going to have to break your arm again." A pause. "So that's gonna hurt." A pause. "... Sorry."